my life rattles.
left, right
up, down
upside-down
corkscrew
dipsi'm thrown around
like a rag doll.the tracks scatter me
as is cracks my soul.i'm
screaming
crying
laughing
waving
dying.i started my pills
with hope
that I wouldn't derail.i lived through it,
but i dropped my keys.i exit the ride
to see my photo
with chaos
written on my face.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poetrymy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.